Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Eritrea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Angels of Light to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Ituana,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
Icehouse,
Mark Hollis,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
Moebius,
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
Von Mondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.